Hidden in the darkness, in the shadows, crouching
Elfin, or is it skeletal, like paper, like a wisp of smoke?
Longing eyes, strands of saliva oozing down a tiny chin
Predatorial, sniffing, snarling, waiting, watching, pouncing

Heart racing, blood scented, ******* cry, frightened prey
Everything running, always running, running faster
R**un, run, run all you like, *the shadows always catch you, in the end

I'm young and wild,
Adrenaline rushes through my vains
I have a roar that rattles a child,
That burns like eternal flames.
I vitiate a jungle with my rampant fever,
Rotate the world, the wrath of my paws,
My tyranny drowns all that preys the river,
My ambitions defy nature's doltish laws
My soul craves a sense of power
To roam freely whenever, wherever,
Let me sieze and live in this hour
Because no one is meant to live forever.

chilling, careless smile,
your eyes perambulate the
caverns of my soul

The story of a tiny gift, half chewed and fear-stained
Left on the alter outside the back door:

When first stunned with a slap or a precisely timed
Bite, a vigil is held -- wings twitch and flutter.
With a curious tilt, widened eyes record
Muscle spasms; calculating the
Flight risk; metering the force of the next
Outburst; prolonging the fun.

A game or performance art?
The victim's peers yell and screech
From the rooftops - do they know
The show is for them?

After few manoeuvres more it matters little
As a tiny neck snaps between missing teeth.
The audience scatters and the corpse is left behind
As an offering for those who feed the beast.

Don't make me miss you.
I am sorry I am a ******* idiot.
Famous last words.
After the fight,
You know what gets me
And provide me a line to catch
When you just need to be released.

A slippery fish flapping through my fingers,
I let go.
After all there are plenty of fish in the sea,
And seldom do prey miss their predator.

I am a predator
I look for the weaker man
Then bring him to his knees in front of me
To worship me
To love me
I pick out his weakness
And tell him that they are beautiful
I build him up with words
Soft kisses and tight hugs
Make him feel
More than he ever has
Then I break him down
Find flaws in him where I once found joy
I take back my kisses
All of my love
My presence
Then I leave him
And wonder why I am alone

I saw a blue heron
stepping with intent precision
through my fogged up sleep.
movement odd, off
(it's always wrong, it's always off)
with too long legs, proportions run askew.
maybe that's the exchange
the kind of grace
where you can feel the push
(pulling back to punch brick walls, but not too hard.)
(you wouldn't want to hurt someone.)
composed of tensed sinews, taut muscles.
that predatory focus
held, released.
the frog might
(urge for a little blood pulled past the surface, a bit of scraped knuckle)
have felt it coming but late
by just enough.
Sometimes they get away
(it's not a trap you can gnaw out of)
frogs are also good at this
predators in their own right.
(try anyway, spend energy you haven't got)
maybe it's about control
too fast and the frog will sense it
so going slow
(you wouldn't want to go too far)
is probably for the best.
weighing the calorie expenditure
there isn't a lot to waste
(actually, you always want to do that)
another meal struck off the list
and a little kid watches-
stricken. fascinated.
wants, like a hunger, to see it again.
(again and again and again)